This Totally Sick 1990s Pogs Collection

This weekend at a yard sale, I came across a massive vintage pogs collection. And by massive I mean a four-pound red binder packed with sheets containing over five hundred pogs. And by four pounds, I mean it’s not like I weighed it on the scale, but this thing was hefty. And by all this I mean I’m going to rule the playground so hard with this totally sick 1990s pogs collection.

For many of us, pogs hit a nostalgia sweet spot. They were collectible cardboard caps with different pictures. They were also a game, but our interest in the game itself was often secondary, if existent at all. We collected the pogs to have. To brag about. To carry around in our pencil cases and plaid mini-bookbags. They were sold everywhere—in toy stores, comic book stores, in pharmacies, and in giant loose tubs at the craft store. Pogs even had their own stores sprout up, places in malls like “Pog City.” What started out as a Hawaiian game involving simple milkcaps mutated into a crazed fad and turned innocent children into frothing-at-the-mouth fiends for pogs.

Fad is almost too simplistic a word to describe what pogs were. Slap bracelets and starter jackets were fads. Tamagotchi pets and Furby toys were fads. Pogs were a currency in the dark underbelly of the playground circuit. Like everything fun, they were banned in many schools, as school administrators and the media proclaimed them a form of gambling. A New York Times article at the time reporting on the school bannings, described it as a “raucous recess game” that were causing fights on blacktops across the nation.

Raucous. Hardcore. You would cut a kid over a holographic poison black widow pog.

So what the heck was it? Pogs was a game where you threw a chunk of metal at pieces of cardboard to flip them over. You got to keep the caps you flipped over. That’s all it was. It was kind of like playing jacks, only it was the 1990s and instead of jacks, it was cardboard caps with pictures of trippy yin-yang symbols. We went nuts for them. No—we went batshit insane for them. We went batshit insane for jacks.

Instead of a rubber ball, you used a slammer, which was a heavier version of a pog made of rubber, plastic, or metal. Slammers could be as colorful and collectible as the milkcaps. A slammer shaped like a ninja star was among the most notorious types, quickly confiscated in schools as deadly weapons.

Slammers were a special sort of pride. Go ask any twenty-five to thirty year old to describe the slammer they used to have and their face will light up. While pogs were often dirt cheap, ranging in price from ten cents to a fifty cents a piece, slammers were more expensive, so kids generally only had one or two. My slammer had a cartoon caricature of OJ Simpson’s mugshot. My mother hated it and thought it was inappropriate, which made me like it even more. This is how kids rebelled in the 90s.

I wasn’t even a kid by the mid-1990s. I was in the eighth grade when pogs happened—but not even middle-schoolers could resist the charms of small cardboard game pieces with floating yin-yang symbols and flying eight balls. Or maybe it was just me. And apparently I still cannot resist their charms, because I knew I was going to buy that four-pound binder the moment I laid eyes on it.

The lady was asking five bucks, which at first I thought was exorbitantly overpriced because I am the kind of sneering person who wants to buy this massive totally sick 1990s pog collection for a dollar and no more. But of course, there was no way I was going to leave it behind, so five dollars it was.

First off, before we even see a single pog, just look at the decorated binder. This kid was proud of their pog collection. Real proud. It’s a capsule of pure joy. The stickers and labels scream with sincerity and enthusiasm. If any of us could muster just a shred of this kid’s enthusiasm for anything in our lives, we could accomplish mindblowing things. We could probably cure cancer in like five minutes with happiness. We could save every endangered animal and even the ones that are already extinct. And we could probably eat as much bread as we wanted and never get fat. That’s how amazing this book is.

I have to assume it’s a girl’s collection from the choices of duckling and panda stickers, as well as the trading cards in the back of binder majorly being comprised of Saved By The Bell: The New Class and 90210 cards. But make no mistake: her pogs came first, and she had a totally kick-ass collection that must have put everyone else to shame.

As you can see, every inch of this binder was decorated. The kid went all out with stickers. Inside are special pog-protecting sheets, all the pogs carefully arranged by characters and themes. This whole thing is my new secret weapon. Anytime I’m feeling down and sad, all I have to do is flip through this book of awesomeness and grooviness.

Now let’s check out some of the pogs. You can also click on the pictures to see them larger.

Pogs often featured characters from popular TV shows and movies, as you can see here.

Of course Disney got in on the pog game:

Other series of pogs included eightballs and the number eight. It was some weird misguidedly mystical stuff, which we just ate up because we were children of the ’90s and we were always trying to expand our minds through Magic Eye Picture books and Ouija boards.

Then there was a “poison variety” which usually featured dark, occultish imagery like skulls and grim reapers. Summer of ’67 gone nightmarishly wrong. Something like that.

Then there were the types that were just oh so very poggy—little microcosms of the early 1990s itself.

Here is my favorite sheet in the entire book:

Pogs ruled. For about a year or two. We accumulated a few hundred a piece, won a few, and maybe even stole a few. And then we put them away, deep into the depths of closets and never spoke of them again. That’s how today’s kids are gonna feel about those Silly Bands bracelets, or how kids in the past felt about their pet rock collection. It’s a rite of passage, and pogs were ours.

Check out The Surfing Pizza Facebook page, where I’ve posted pictures of all five hundred pogs. And while you’re over there, why don’t you make it official and “like” the page?

23 thoughts on “This Totally Sick 1990s Pogs Collection

  1. Haha, I just had a conversation with my wife last week about pogs! She had no idea what I was talking about and we are beginning the divorce proceedings this week.

  2. I was starting high school when this fad started, but my niece and nephew loved them. I would occasionally take one or 2 from them if they caught my eye. And the slammers were pretty cool, because they reminded me of casino chips.

    And what’s up with the pog that looks like it has a kkk guy on it?! (4th page, third row)

    1. yeah I was looking at that one twice too – I convinced myself it had to be a grim reaper, because the thought of a holographic sparkling kkk pog bothers me too much.

  3. So, this makes me want to hit the like button 100 times. And the best part is you have Simpsons Pogs… which comes full circle in the episode of the Simpsons when Milhouse buys pogs and says to Bart, “Look, it’s Alf Bart… you remember Alf? He’s back, in Pog form.”


  4. I have a massive collection of pogs up in the attic. I think I was in high school when these came out and was totally into them. One of my friends up the street was a straight out hard core punk extremist and he went nuts for these things too (he was several years older than I was). He had this Playboy casino chip that he used as a slammer, that thing could not be beat.

    We did have a house rule that you had to offer to trade back any that you won, so no one feelings would get hurt. For some reason he LOVED his Bobby’s World pogs, so I could score in trades whenever I get one of those. The one good thing about the upcoming ’90s nostalgia will be pogs coming back.

  5. At the height of POG popularity, I remember QVC dedicated an entire hour (maybe more) to POGS. They were even selling the fuzzy POG mascot in doll form, which I always wanted, but never acquired.

  6. I’m impressed with this kids organizational skills. I can just imagine how orderly she runs her adult world. Mail and bills always neatly filed away, pictures taken immediatley get printed and scrapbooked, holiday shopping done and wrapped two months in advance…

  7. I had about a million pogs- in fact, i STILL have quite a few… I totally forgot how OBSESSED I was with the ‘poison’ ones…I am pretty sure they have alot to do with the fact that I am currently a satanist with a grim reaper fetish…

  8. Awesome post, POGS were badass. Good times playing these after school in the apartment complex. I remember being pissed though, whenever someone wins a huge stack and just walks away, lol.

  9. OMG Pogs!!! They were sooo awesome and I ruled at this in school. I would challenge older boys in school in the playground and was able to walk away proudly every time I beat them and after reaching for my winnings. The good olde days :)

  10. POGS were banned at my elementary school, and the teachers would confiscate them forever if they found them, so we had to play them in the shady back corner of the school grounds behind the baseball diamond. I was usually accused of being a “goody goody,” but not when it came to POGS. I was one of the rebels. Now that I think about it, those friggin teachers probably kept the confiscated ones to play in the staff room, or sold them, hahaha.

  11. I have a whole drawer full of pogs from when I sold my convenience store.
    Pastic pages, plastic holders, etc.
    Completely forgot about them until I saw some for sale on Kijiji, and that brought me here as I search around for information on them.
    Are some worth more than others?

  12. I have been looking everywhere for a huge collection of pogs so I can teach my kids how fun they were when I was a kid but they are so hard to find and I’m not sure if any stores in Ontario carry them anymore pogs were a huge hit. Can anyone tell me where to look for pogs?

  13. Just found my box of pogs after explaining to someone what they were and how amazingly pointless they were lol

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